Why I need to live in a drawer…

This is the average level of service I get from Vodafone throughout my flat.

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If I want to make sure I receive all my text messages I need to leave the phone on a window sill, if I want to make a call I need to hang out of a first floor open window.

Or do I?

You see the other night I shut my phone in my bedside drawer so it wouldn’t disturb me.

When I opened the drawer, this is what I saw….

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It would appear that trying not to be disturbed by my phone is *exactly* what I need to do to ensure I am contactable.

Srsly?!

Where the rose is sown…

We’re at war all the papers say
We will win I read today
We are strong it wasn’t us
We are right who started this?

Leave your work I just left school
Leave your home I am no fool
Take up arms it left me strong
Sound alarms the school bell rings

Sons of men who stand like Gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die this time will be forever

Join up here I wave goodbye
We need you, oh my breast sighs
Have no fear now I must try
God will be with braver men

Take the vow I know it’s right
Praise the flag the good fight
We’re at war I’m on my way
We will win why do I pray?

Sons of men who stand like Gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die this time will be forever

I wait here in this hole
Playing poker with my soul
I hold the rifle close to me
It lights the way to keep me free

If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home
If I die and still come home
Lay me where the rose is sown

Sons of men who stand like Gods
We give life to feed the cause
And run to ground our heathen foe
Our name will never die this time will be forever

Lyrics from metrolyrics.com

Book Hangovers

Whether it’s your inability to start a new book, because you are still living in the world of the book you have just finished, or if it is simply that as you close the cover on the last page, you realise the rest of the world has just carried on while you’ve suffered a battery of emotions, book hangovers, can be a pain.

You see book hangovers don’t always spoil your enjoyment of reading, they can spoil your enjoyment of writing, or experiencing real life, because you cannot shake the feelings they have caused. Sometimes those feelings can be inspirational and drive you forward, sometimes they will be dark and hang around for days making you contemplate all you know.

I find book hangovers more annoying than real hangovers, because they invariable last an awful lot longer, but unlike those mornings after the night before where you swear you’ll never drink again, I know I’ll always read another book, because the heroes and heroines are my heroin, my drug, my addiction, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Refreshed and ready for….

well, I have no idea.

I’ve had 17 days off work, so am feeling quite refreshed. I’ve had a short break away with the other half and his son, I’ve booked another break for November, and I’ve received quite a few free books in the post….

It’s been a mainly high fortnight, with just the one meltdown in the middle, but it wouldn’t be me without that though, and it’s been really good to just stop doing everything I usually do and recharge my batteries.

Now to catch up with everything I have let slide, because now I have the strength to tackle it all again.

because if you work with a computer you know it’s true…..

I once had a wise old friend who was a computer programmer, (from a time before the words computer and programmer existed in a dictionary,) who gave me one piece of sage advice I have tried to live by, and on the times I’ve failed have discovered it to be true.

“Never let a computer, or a printer, know that you are in a rush or you want to go home.”

Then today, a random link, from a random link, from a random link, found me discovering that there is actually a word for it…
Resistentialism

The seemingly spiteful behavior shown by inanimate objects

Thank you Obsolete Word of the Day

Soundtracks

Everyone loves a good soundtrack. It’s why movie companies around the world spend millions on composers and musicians to get the right sound for their film.

I myself am not a massive music fan. I know what I like and what I don’t, and my range of favourite tunes stretches from Country and Western to Heavy Metal, and encompasses Reggae, Ballads, Dance, Contemporary Pop, and pretty much every other musical label in between.

I often have music on in the background when I read, and as such on occasion I like to give a soundtrack to a book, by picking a particular song that sums up the story. As a song is a story in itself this can often be a difficult task. On other days it instantly springs to mind.

The other day when I finished The Cry by Helen Fitzgerald, I immediately picked up my iPod and played this track, Freight Train by Sara Jackson-Holman. It is everything that The Cry is, and if you like the song, you’ll love the book.

Freight Train can be found on the album Cardiology